Guanzhong On the twentieth day of the first lunar month, there is a custom called Mending the Sky.
It's not a big holiday, but I eat pancakes on this day.
Put a few pictures on the roof and call them "Mending the Sky".
Throwing two pieces into the well is called "making up the ground".
Yang Baozhu threw the pancakes in his hands into the well, and after bowing respectfully three times, he shouted into the room, "I'm out!"
His wife complained in the room, "I went to the teahouse again, and I just came back and didn't take a rest."
"Hey, talkative bitch!"
Yang Baozhu cursed, put the cigarette stick behind his neck, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the house humming a little tune.
The old city of Huayin is not big. Because it is close to Tongguan, it is a military strategic point. The previous dynasty was destroyed by the war, leaving only ruins and ruins. It was uninhabited for hundreds of miles. Later, it gradually recovered its vitality.
Yang Baozhu Although Zuo Family Troupe is just a suona player in the shadow puppet show, a low-level profession, his ancestors also had great achievements.
Hongnong Yang Clan is a well-known existence when it comes to mentioning it. It has produced four generations of emperors, five generations of concubines, and many famous ministers and generals.
Logically speaking, it should be the big Lineage who is running rampant.
Unfortunately, Hongnong Yang Clan began in the Western Han Dynasty, flourished in Wei Jin, and disappeared in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. By the time the Song Era family moved south, only these offshoots remained.
Only when we worship our ancestors can we recall the glory of the past.
Whenever Yang Baozhu mentions this matter, it always arouses laughter. After all, Guanzhong, whose ancestors have never lived in this land.
But these two days, he was very proud of himself.
"Mr. Yang is here!"
Sure enough, as soon as I walked into the teahouse, someone greeted me loudly, and even the waiter brought tea diligently and served me carefully.
"Brother Yang, let's talk about what happened that night!"
Yang Baozhu As soon as he sat down, several people came over.
"Didn't I just talk about this yesterday?"
Yang Baozhu pretended to complain impatiently, but when he took out the country tobacco stick and someone next to him enthusiastically lit it, he still took a few puffs and said calmly, "I have told some stories about that night..."
"This time Lantern Festival Drum King Assembly, not only our Shaanzhou team came to participate, but also many teams from other states came. It was much more lively than before..."
"They all showed off their unique skills. We, the old Huayin team, can't be embarrassed. As soon as Eight Directions Manifestation Art came out, it immediately shocked the whole audience..."
"Xiong BaoDong Have you heard of it, Chang'an Fire Bear Gang Leader!"
"How does it compare to our Blood Sabre Society?"
"Bah, there's no comparison! That's Chang'an. He has thousands of men under his command, and all of them are men who can fight."
"But still, his head was taken off!"
"Tsk, tsk... I was watching from the side, oh, but blood was splattered all over me. Poor new clothes I just made... That Young Hero Li, holding his head and roaring, is really Tang Era, the ranger has reappeared!"
Yang Baozhu deserves to be from an opera troupe. Although he can't sing, when he talked about what happened that night, he had one burden after another, which made everyone exclaim.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it just Drum King Assembly? How did you rob it so hard and even kill someone?"
Yang Baozhu glanced sideways, "To go to Mount Huashan!"
"What?"
Someone immediately spat out a sip of tea and said, "I go up to Huashan Mountain every day. If they want to go up there, ask me to lead the way. I'm familiar with all the roads."
"Hehe."
Yang Baozhu sneered, "You ignorant person, you really think that Huashan Mountain is just what you see in your eyes. There are some places that ordinary people can't go up."
"I've said too much and you don't understand. Anyway, the quota is valuable. Why else would people from other states come to grab it?"
"How much is it worth?"
"Whatever, it costs two thousand taels..."
Hiss--!
Everyone suddenly gasped.
Poof!
At this moment, laughter came from the far corner.
Yang Baozhu looked up and saw a red-faced man sitting there, wearing a tattered sheepskin jacket. He was quite tall and had a Guanshan Knife hanging on each waist.
It's a swordsman!
Yang Baozhu was still a little angry at first, but now his heart trembled, he carefully cupped his fists and said, "This hero, please don't be offended by what I'm talking nonsense about."
"Your information is out of date!"
The red-faced man drank all the tea in the bowl, shook his head and said, "One quota was sold for ten thousand taels, and the nine tokens in Li Yan's hand were sold for a full ninety thousand taels!"
"What?"
Now it was Yang Baozhu's turn to be surprised. He suddenly felt that the reward of twenty taels in his arms no longer tasted so good. At the same time, he secretly scolded the class leader for being stingy.
"Ninety thousand taels..."
The red-faced man clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Not only that, Qiao Family of Fengyang County, and some old people of Fire Bear Gang also jointly offered five thousand taels of bonus and a reward for Li Yan's head."
"His head is the most valuable thing on the road now!"
Yang Baozhu smiled and said carefully, "Then Young Hero Li can easily kill even the master Transformed Strength. He is also a warlock. Who dares to accept the bonus so risklessly?"
"There are so many people who want money rather than their lives!"
"Unfortunately, I am one of them!"
The red-faced man slowly stood up as he spoke.
Only then did everyone realize that he was actually two meters tall!
Yang Baozhu swallowed his saliva, raised his hands respectfully and said, "I'm sorry to offend you, but I dare to ask my brother..."
"Pu County, Yuan Heizi!"
After saying that, he laughed loudly and strode out.
Everyone looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
"It's Yuan Zhetian from Pu County!"
Yuan Zhetian After leaving the teahouse, he strode toward the city gate.
His body shape is different from ordinary people, and he is very eye-catching when walking on the street.
At the city gate, his Wanted Order was clearly posted on the wall, but when several city guards saw it, they turned their heads and pretended not to see it.
"Hmph!"
Yuan Zhetian sneered and swaggered out of the city gate.
When I arrived at the foot of the loess hill outside the city, a man jumped out from the tree. With a smile on his face, he respectfully held his hands and said, "I've seen you, brother."
"Have you found it?"
"The idea is in the mountains thirty miles away. There used to be Old Tang Mausoleum. I heard that several gangs of swordsmen have gone there."
"How did it turn out?"
"This... all went crazy and killed each other. According to one person who survived, they hit dirty things all over the mountains and plains!"
"Bah, they are all idiots!"
Yuan Zhetian sneered and cursed, "That man is a warlock. What's the difference between lying on the ground like this and seeking death?"
"Go and summon people!"
"Yes!"
The short man jumped up, jumped off the hillock, galloped away on his fast horse, and soon disappeared.
Yuan Zhetian held a straw in his mouth, buckled his bamboo hat, crossed his Erlang legs, and lay down under the tree to rest.
Half an hour later, three people came up to Official Road, one monk and one Old Woman. It was the three Heretical Art Practitioners who had been with Xiong BaoDong when Lantern Festival.
Yuan Zhetian seemed to sense something. He opened his bamboo hat and stood up, jumped down from the hillock, glanced at the three of them, waved his hands and cupped his fists and said, "Seniors, we agreed, but tomorrow."
He was able to get the news only because of these three people.
The expressions of the three of them all looked a little bad, and the one-eyed monk said solemnly, "This kid is slippery. Although I don't know why he has not been able to go to Huashan, but if he runs away again, he will completely lose his chance."
They were also unlucky. Once Xiong BaoDong died, they had no chance to compete. They had gone through so much trouble to get to Shaanzhou, and naturally they didn't want to return empty-handed.
But after Lantern Festival, Li Yan's group completely disappeared. At the same time, news came that Fengyi Ward, a warlock named Night Crying Man, was responsible for selling the remaining tokens.
The three of them were so unreasonable that they would not pay for it honestly, so they immediately sneaked into Fengyi Ward at night and tried to rob it.
Needless to say, the result was a tough one.
Night Crying Man held up Soul-Calling Banner and howled loudly. The three of them almost dropped it there and were so frightened that they rolled and crawled out of Chang'an.
Of course, the three of them still didn't give up.
Thinking that Chang'an has a master and Li Yan's group is on the road, it is impossible to follow him, so he joined forces with Yuan Zhetian, the recently popular swordsman on Weinan Road, and prepared to intercept and kill Li Yan.
"Don't worry, he can't run away!"
Yuan Zhetian sneered, "I have heard of Li Hu's name before. Even though his son is powerful, he will still die today!"
Old Taoist, who was carrying a big gourd on his back, said coldly, "You kid, you have such a big tone. Xiong BaoDong Transformed Strength, a master, was killed by him with just a few moves. Where do you get the confidence?"
"Hahaha..."
Yuan Zhetian smiled wildly, "You will know later!"
After a while, dust and smoke filled the dirt road in the distance, and about thirty people came on horseback, all with unkempt hair and fierce eyes.
Black-Clothed Old Woman sighed and said, "You still have so many subordinates. Are you planning to go up the mountain and drop grass in the future?"
Yuan Zhetian scratched his chest, rolled out a ball of mud and flicked it, "I killed a few big businessmen and are wanted by the court. I can't take on any lucrative errands, so I just went up the mountain."
"It's just to make money anyway, why can't you steal it faster?"
While he was talking, the cavalry team came closer.
After his men brought the horse, Yuan Zhetian took out an oil paper bag from beside the saddle and said with a smile, "Seniors, do you recognize this?"
The Daoist carrying the gourd sniffed and his face changed slightly.
"Gunpowder?"
"That's right!"
Yuan Zhetian smiled and said, "I'm afraid you don't know, but there is news on the road recently. Bai RuoXu, the original master of Chang'an City's Yaxing Hall, stole Commandery Commandant Office's magic gun."
"A few days ago, at Munchuan Pass, I was intercepted by the Cao Gang master, who wanted to take advantage of the gang leader. As a result, the Cao Gang leader over there was shot and half of his body was shattered!"
"That's the long-famous Transformed Strength master!"
"Also in Tongguan two days ago, a group of newly minted Central Plains Bandits robbed the Jinzhou caravan and ambushed the famous Tianshun Escort Agency with gunpowder!"
As he spoke, he shook the explosive bag in his hand and said with a strange smile, "In the black market right now, this stuff is the hard currency."
"What kind of warlocks and Transformed Strength masters are made of flesh and blood after all, and ten taels of silver can kill them!"
"Seniors, how do we think of this technique?"
"Hahaha..."
A group of Bandits suddenly laughed wildly.
The three Left Path Sorcerers looked at each other with ugly expressions.
How could they share the benefits with others? They originally planned to kill Yuan Zhetian after grabbing the things.
But looking at the explosive packs in the hands of the bandits, I was inexplicably frightened.
Lantern Festival Night They were also witnesses of the musket that night.
Seeing that the three of them were silent, Yuan Zhetian chuckled, said no more, and ordered the horses to be brought to them.
With a roar, the cavalry immediately headed towards the mountains in the distance...
The first month has not yet come out and the weather is still cold.
Bandits The cavalry roared forward, all covering their faces with turbans.
Above the blue sky, an eagle flew up and down, sometimes drawing a circle, and sometimes swooping down.
High on a hill, a man in black robes was sitting on a big tree. He had a round face under his hood, his eyes were lively, and even if he wasn't smiling, there were two obvious dimples at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing the gliding trajectory of the falcon, he jumped down from the big tree, slid down the steep slope, and jumped when he encountered rocks.
It moves nimbly, like an antelope in the mountains.
Soon, a valley appeared in front of it, and there was a dilapidated earth temple next to it. It had obviously been abandoned for a long time, but there was still green smoke.
Hearing the noise, Sha LiFei walked out of the earth temple, with a smile on his face and said flatteringly, "Hey, brother Lu San is back, come on, come on, I will help you get your things."
"No need."
Lu San quickly backed away with a cold face.
"Hey~ why are my brothers so polite?"
Sha LiFei was polite, but his eyes were fixed on Lu San's waist.
Hanging there was Fire Ghost's Guduo firearm, as well as ammunition bags.
Seeing this, Lu San shook his head and said, "Don't think about it. I've given you three of them, but I haven't figured out the formula yet. There aren't many things. You should save them for critical moments."
Sha LiFei felt itchy and rubbed his hands. "Just one, just one. If we can figure out the formula, what do we have to worry about?"
Unfortunately, no matter how good he said, Lu San remained unmoved.
At this moment, Wang Dao Xuan also came out, shook his head and said, "Stop messing around, brother Lu San, have you discovered anything?"
After Lantern Festival Night, Li Yan and the others left Chang'an and stayed in the village outside the city, waiting for Night Crying Man to dispose of the things.
Li Yan was afraid of being followed by Commandery Commandant Office and did not contact Lu San, but Lu San took the initiative to come to the door and prepared to say goodbye and leave.
How could the three of them agree and force him to join the gang?
Lu San was wanted in his hometown, and his revenge was over. In the vast world, no one knew where to go, so he simply followed the three of them.
Needless to say, the benefits are that Lu San can understand the language of birds and beasts, and has also tamed a falcon to help everyone with their investigations.
There was an attack two days ago, and it was Lu San who discovered it in advance.
Hearing Wang Dao Xuan's inquiry, Lu San nodded dully, "Well, there is a group of people, about thirty or so, riding towards this side."
"What are you afraid of?"
Sha LiFei said happily, "No matter how many people there are, it's useless. Yan XiaoGe is practicing and the mountains and fields are full Lonely Souls and Wild Ghosts every night. They probably can't even get close."
"Don't be careless." Wang Dao Xuan shook his head and said, "What if they attack during the day and disturb Yan XiaoGe's practice?"
"Brother Lu San, please inform Yan XiaoGe and Old Sha that you accompany me to set up the altar so that if they go up the mountain, we can stop them."
Li Yan is not here, so Wang Dao Xuan takes the lead among the others.
Sha LiFei accompanied Wang Dao Xuan to set up the magic circle, while Lu San came to the mountain col behind and used charcoal to write and draw on the cloth strips.
"Squeak!"
He pinched his mouth and screamed, and a mouse emerged from the nearby grass, crawled along his trouser leg and onto Lu San's hand. It was very clever and clever.
Lu San tied the cloth strip to the mouse's leg, then came to a hole, and after squeaking a few times, put it into the hole.
The mouse immediately crawled quickly. The narrow, dark cave was no obstacle to it, and it soon climbed into the mountain.
This entire mountain is like a mound of earth.
Squeak!
In less than half a stick of incense, the mouse burrowed into the mountain, and a mausoleum suddenly appeared in front of it. It was so old that many places had collapsed.
In the middle of the tomb, there is a dim candlelight.
Li Yan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, rubbing his hands slowly, there was a muffled sound of thunder, and at the same time crackling electric lights flashed...
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